Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1887-01-26
SEQUEL.
CHAPTER I.
THE CHARACTERS BEGIN TO DISAPPEAR

THE CHARACTERS BEGIN TO DISAPPEAR
am beginning to regret that I did not
call this "a Circular Novel;" which, beside
being aeits that might have raised public
curiosity immensely, would have pointed to
one Of the most remarkable features Of the
production. For the mathematical reader
will know that it is the property of circle
no matter how vast it be-that if you pursue
its circumference patiently you must at last
reach the very point from which you start
So here, reader, have you and I been COM
panions now for six months, and on the best
of terms, tudging without murmur the
round of this novel, and now June finds us
in that very dining room, with its mingling
lights, from which at first we started. For
the dining room was Egerton Doolittle's; and
among the company were not Sophia only,
but her husband, Percival Brent. And now
let us ascend to the drawing room and rejoin
the ladies, and with the evening our novel,
too, shall close.
One ponderous figure we miss. Archibald
Goldmore no longer moves in the Kettlewell
society. Fifteen long years ago that leviathan
paid the great debt of nature. The grand re-
serve which had hung around him all his life
long was never, even to the last, ruffied by
one fold Responsible he was, just, good, in
his own way; but Sybil never got very near
to him. The pair had not quarrel in their
lives; partly because she stood in awe of him,
partly because he never meddled with her,
partly because each was impassive and cold,
partly because they never loved each other.
Love, my reader, is grand ingredient in quar-
rels. The husband and wife walked apart
through life, and never exchanged one cordial
confidence Even when Goldmore was seized
with what he felt sure was to be his mortal
illness he did not communicate his foreboding
to Sybil. This was not because he feared
frightening her, but only from his way of
keeping things to himself. Before long, how
ever, concealment became impossible The
doctor entered the house; the end was in
view.
"Sibyl," the old man said one day, when he
was rather better than usual, 81 wish to say
word to you" He drew himself up little,
with faint remembrance in his air of his
famous testimonial style "You have been to
me loving and an honorable wife. When
die you will find that I have cognized all
that You will not be hamJ red by any
foolish restrictions I desire to return you
my thanks"-as if he had been speaking at a
public dinner-"for your unvarying consider
alton and attention to all my wishes"
He paused, and she stood beside him and
did not speak, nor show any sign Of feeling.
She only regarded him fixedly; and he, after
waiting to gather little strength, added in
the simplest way:
God bless you, my dear, and watch over
you when am gone" =.
And thep, although her face moved not
whit, he saw one tear come out and stand on
her eyelash and roll down her cheek. 1t was
the only tear'he had ever seen her shed. Per-
haps from her it signified more than floods of
weeping from an ordinary woman. 1t was
sincere, anyhow, not assumed; and Goldmore
knew it, and the sight comforted him before
he died.
Liberty and fortune he certainly left her;
and at the time of his death Sibyl was in the
very height of matronly beauty. Her figure
was full and rounded, her hair as fresh as
when she was twenty, and her movements
full of grace and dignity. She was by no
means young; but hers was style Of teauty
which Time finds it hard to destroy, and we
all expected that she would have married
again. This expectation was the more reason
able because she maintained her more youth
full habits But five years went by, ten,
fifteen, and still Sibyl Goldmore did not
change her name. And now there appeared
upon her most unmistakable signs Of age; and.
curiously enough, as her beauty more and
more decayed, she seemed more and more re-
solved To let all the world know what a
beauty she thought herself She grew affected,
sat in postures dressed for twenty-ive-we
even fancy that she rouged little.
Meanwhile, her old reserve and her silent
ways remained the same. She talked little,
and took no pains with her conversation. She
treated most people with naughty reserve.
Strong and sensible as she was, Sibyl was
never able to see that she was growing an old
woman, and that the affectation of physical
beauty had long ago been ridiculous. greve
owrite it of Sibyl, for whom have ever felt
respect, and even regard, but the verdict Of
Kettlewell was that she-once queen in
our society-had become-dreadful word.-
"a bore!
Caroline, at the same time, had changed
wita years in quite another way. You re-
member how we'll she used to dress?-all these
girls dressed well. But Caroline. as she be-
came intellectual, began to neglect her per-
son, and rather affected slovenliness. She
would wear a morning dress in the evening,
or go to n concert in a shawl like parish
blanket, which she would pin across her
breast with some odd brooch that she might
have picked up in Hanway street In fact,